prose

to you, the one reading this

Artwork: Scapegoat by Helena Minginowickz

bless the daughters who love with the youth of honeysuckle blossoms in spring, with the strength of the moon moving the sea.

change comes every summertime

Artwork: The Poet by Reynier Llanes

change is the crossing of that quiet, self-propagating, liminal space between dimensions – not quite here but not quite there.

today will be the last time i feel this

when the changing of the seasons rolls around, i’ll bask in summer’s former glory.

On Letting the Child Go but Keeping the Handle

The life ahead of her is like a paper blessing, fruitful and folded, tucked into the very palm of her hand.

Gospel for the Wayward Daughters

Artwork: Christina’s World by Andrew Wyeth
The story here is a tragedy of the love between those who are fundamentally solitary in spirit. It is an intimate connection that is, from the very first line, destined to be mourned.